4:00 AM

4:00 AM 

it seems the perfect time to start my day, before sunlight has even a hinted to appear, 4:00 am, and within minutes from waking I'm deep in meditation, embraced by silence from all sides. I am not a natural early riser, this would have been a difficult practice years before, impossible through my youth. Yet for whatever reasons mystery holds, it's quite natural now, easy, and I look forward to these predawn hours being completely my own. 

a quiet time of inspiration. 

4:00 AM is considered to be the thinnest timeline between the material world and spiritual realms, porous by its very nature, and that spirit leaks through readily with secrets to be shared. It's a beautiful time to be outdoors, night creatures are returning to their lairs, songbirds giving practice notes to the quiet air, and one can feel those thin places most easily now. Even my suburban landscape is ancient, there's secrets here, root deep in soil and brought forth through branch and leaves, by mist and dew points held by every blade of grass, and patient stance of rocks half buried in the earth. 

it's all a thin place, everywhere, but only for the briefest time. 

4:00 AM shows me the magic of the world.

and other worlds as well. 

for whatever reason, mystery calls me at this hour, urging me to wake but keep myself silent, to listen to the soft remains of darkness and  the earliest sounds of morning, to meditate, write, and to immerse myself in nature. I find it quite easy, natural, as if this has been my time to rise. 

4:00 AM...

and the world itself awakes me. 

~

Peace, Eric